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Tide-Water Dogs, Chapter Twenty-Nine
Title: Tide-Water Dogs, Chapter Twenty-Nine
Fandom: The Departed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (this chapter): 765
Warnings this chapter (highlight to view): None.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Do you have any idea how I should go about figuring out if one of these guys is our rat?” Sean asks on Monday morning.
Queenan takes a moment to answer. “Pry.”
“Oh, that’s going to make me popular.”
“I thought you weren’t worried about it.”
“I’m not that worried,” Sean says. “I just don’t know how well it’s going to work.”
Queenan takes off his glasses and slides them into his shirt pocket. “You can’t look at medical records, especially of their families, but you can look into their finances.”
“Wouldn’t I need a court order?”
“That’s why you need to narrow it down first.”
Sean rubs his forehead. “This is going to take forever.”
Queenan merely smiles and takes his glasses back out of his pocket.
The only fortunate thing about the troopers he’s looking into is that none of them are people he knows outside work. He’d feel kind of shitty, investigating someone he gets along with.
Sean doesn’t actually know why Queenan has him focusing on these seven. All seven troopers are from Southie, which is the only factor they all have in common. Three of them have ties to Costello through their parents, he discovers by the end of the day, and separates those files out to look at more closely the next day.
Tuesday’s research is interrupted by getting Hardison to her safe house and making sure it’s actually safe, plus meeting with Brown and Olson, but whenever they’re in the office, Sean is in front of his computer, reading the three troopers’ complete files. One of them was in on that raid on the gun sale that never happened, a Larry Dwyer. Sean can’t place him even from his photo, but he’s a detective; he would have been in on the meetings about the raid.
“Larry Dwyer,” he says to Queenan just before five.
Queenan looks up at him. “You think we have him.”
“I hope like fuck.”
“I hope you didn’t have plans. Tell me why it’s Larry Dwyer.”
Going through it only takes about ten minutes, but they spend another thirty talking through what they can do to prove it. The solution, at least for now, that they agree on is getting a wiretap on his home phone and turning the mess over to Internal Affairs, which they deal with on Wednesday.
Detectives Christopher Hull and William Hildebrand get the case, and Hull says, “It would help if you sent disinformation through SIU again.”
“We can do that,” Sean says; he has this meeting all to himself.
Hull nods. “We’ll let you know if anything comes up by the middle of next week.”
Unfortunately, they can’t use the same yacht story as the last time they sent disinformation through the pipeline. Sean mulls over that problem as he leaves Internal Affairs for SIU’s floor again.
“We need disinformation,” he tells Queenan when he gets there.
Queenan looks thoughtful. “We could do a gun buy.”
“Buy or sell?”
“Buy. Semi-automatics and sniper rifles. Let’s say it’s going to happen next Monday night.”
Sean nods. “Okay. Where?”
“The docks.”
“I’ll pass that around.”
“Thank you, Sean. I know this isn’t fun.”
“Hey, better me doing it than anyone else. They’d get mad at you.”
Queenan laughs. “They would. Go try to find our rat.”
“Yes sir.”
He has to admit, he takes a certain glee in giving it to Ellerby first.
Queenan’s cell won’t stop ringing on Thursday afternoon, not until all three undercovers in with Costello have called in. Every one of them asks for an emergency meet, and they do those into the evening. All three of them have the same issue: French and Costello are both furious about there being an apparent rat because of this thing about a gun buy on Monday.
“You think there’s something to it?” Sean asks when they leave Olson.
“Could be, but none of them know about it. There isn’t a whole lot we can do without a where and when.”
Sean shrugs. “Pick up patrols around the docks?”
“I’ll pass it off to the city.”
On Tuesday, Hildebrand calls Sean. “Dwyer hasn’t made any calls to Costello. Did you send that disinformation out?”
“Yeah.”
“It doesn’t look like he’s your guy, Sergeant.”
“Thanks, Detective.” Once off the phone, he leaves his office for Queenan’s. “It’s not Dwyer.”
Queenan mutters, “Damn it.” In a more normal tone of voice, he continues, “We’ll have to keep looking.”
Sean nods. “That’s fun.”
“It’s part of the job.”
“Yeah,” Sean says. “I know.” It doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.
Fandom: The Departed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (this chapter): 765
Warnings this chapter (highlight to view): None.
“Do you have any idea how I should go about figuring out if one of these guys is our rat?” Sean asks on Monday morning.
Queenan takes a moment to answer. “Pry.”
“Oh, that’s going to make me popular.”
“I thought you weren’t worried about it.”
“I’m not that worried,” Sean says. “I just don’t know how well it’s going to work.”
Queenan takes off his glasses and slides them into his shirt pocket. “You can’t look at medical records, especially of their families, but you can look into their finances.”
“Wouldn’t I need a court order?”
“That’s why you need to narrow it down first.”
Sean rubs his forehead. “This is going to take forever.”
Queenan merely smiles and takes his glasses back out of his pocket.
The only fortunate thing about the troopers he’s looking into is that none of them are people he knows outside work. He’d feel kind of shitty, investigating someone he gets along with.
Sean doesn’t actually know why Queenan has him focusing on these seven. All seven troopers are from Southie, which is the only factor they all have in common. Three of them have ties to Costello through their parents, he discovers by the end of the day, and separates those files out to look at more closely the next day.
Tuesday’s research is interrupted by getting Hardison to her safe house and making sure it’s actually safe, plus meeting with Brown and Olson, but whenever they’re in the office, Sean is in front of his computer, reading the three troopers’ complete files. One of them was in on that raid on the gun sale that never happened, a Larry Dwyer. Sean can’t place him even from his photo, but he’s a detective; he would have been in on the meetings about the raid.
“Larry Dwyer,” he says to Queenan just before five.
Queenan looks up at him. “You think we have him.”
“I hope like fuck.”
“I hope you didn’t have plans. Tell me why it’s Larry Dwyer.”
Going through it only takes about ten minutes, but they spend another thirty talking through what they can do to prove it. The solution, at least for now, that they agree on is getting a wiretap on his home phone and turning the mess over to Internal Affairs, which they deal with on Wednesday.
Detectives Christopher Hull and William Hildebrand get the case, and Hull says, “It would help if you sent disinformation through SIU again.”
“We can do that,” Sean says; he has this meeting all to himself.
Hull nods. “We’ll let you know if anything comes up by the middle of next week.”
Unfortunately, they can’t use the same yacht story as the last time they sent disinformation through the pipeline. Sean mulls over that problem as he leaves Internal Affairs for SIU’s floor again.
“We need disinformation,” he tells Queenan when he gets there.
Queenan looks thoughtful. “We could do a gun buy.”
“Buy or sell?”
“Buy. Semi-automatics and sniper rifles. Let’s say it’s going to happen next Monday night.”
Sean nods. “Okay. Where?”
“The docks.”
“I’ll pass that around.”
“Thank you, Sean. I know this isn’t fun.”
“Hey, better me doing it than anyone else. They’d get mad at you.”
Queenan laughs. “They would. Go try to find our rat.”
“Yes sir.”
He has to admit, he takes a certain glee in giving it to Ellerby first.
Queenan’s cell won’t stop ringing on Thursday afternoon, not until all three undercovers in with Costello have called in. Every one of them asks for an emergency meet, and they do those into the evening. All three of them have the same issue: French and Costello are both furious about there being an apparent rat because of this thing about a gun buy on Monday.
“You think there’s something to it?” Sean asks when they leave Olson.
“Could be, but none of them know about it. There isn’t a whole lot we can do without a where and when.”
Sean shrugs. “Pick up patrols around the docks?”
“I’ll pass it off to the city.”
On Tuesday, Hildebrand calls Sean. “Dwyer hasn’t made any calls to Costello. Did you send that disinformation out?”
“Yeah.”
“It doesn’t look like he’s your guy, Sergeant.”
“Thanks, Detective.” Once off the phone, he leaves his office for Queenan’s. “It’s not Dwyer.”
Queenan mutters, “Damn it.” In a more normal tone of voice, he continues, “We’ll have to keep looking.”
Sean nods. “That’s fun.”
“It’s part of the job.”
“Yeah,” Sean says. “I know.” It doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.